My Darling Superstar
They were too romantic, and it was too much for her.
He smiled. “Let’s go, Oopsie Daisy!”
They laughed before they moved again, feet finding rhythm.
Charles’s stomach tightened as he watched Emily and Justin whisper, laughing in a language only they knew, calling each other special names no one else understood. His knuckles whitened around the glass. Eyes blazing, jaw locked so tightly.
The music shifted… soft horns swelled, brushing against the breeze like velvet. A low, sultry jazz hummed through the speakers, thick with longing. The night itself seemed to exhale.